We're all in the dance

 

I love you, I really do. I just don't like you anymore.

 

 

Love is a kind of complex. It can't be specific.

It's just like...

 

I don't like you that much, but I'm still bound to you so much.

 

 

I wish, in some day,

I could make you decent and in return you make me happy.

 

I hope, that could be you.